TRANSFIGURED
universal
gaiety
innovated
sedate
&steady
politeness
populated
by
intelligence
in abstract
designed
in
painted light
transparent
imaginations
blended
delicately
exquisitely
tenderly
arranged
in
highly
wrought
sensibility
Albatross flying through the sky without wings
Brainless minds can't think of such things
Creating a barrier around the walls of rings
Developing a fever, luckily no one ever sings
Evolution was created for the non believing kings
Forgetting the forgotten forget-me-nots while forgetting
Greedy slander speaking of things
High above the prestige of mindless earnings
Innovated by the "sky is the limit" ratings, but
John Glenn walked on the moon while standing
Killer whales suffering for their killings
Lions really the reigning kings?
Monsters think that their absence brings
Nonsensical political surprisings
Outdated data was just sadly rising
Perplexed knowledge is just surprising
Quivering for the facts just reprising
Realizing that everything you saw was just blinding
Sentimental feeling is a supplemental fling
Thinking that you're just rising
Under the current of the abyss are things
Ventured out under starless skies that bring
Wonder in all of the things that become one significant thing
Xylophones playing with unwinding
Yellow dandelions blooming under blinding
Zero dandelions now walking around Earth unwinding
LUCIDITY
this notion
of genius
merits
of assessment
appreciation
of
the pristine
in depictions
connected
innovated
&juxatposed
as
genres
fluttering gently
into
floral
bouquets
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
SHADOWS OF THE HEART
That sad enchanted Lady saw the world
As shadows in a glass, a faint reflection
But thence a magic tapestry unfurled
Showed disconnected lives in rich confection
Today’s magicians wise in ways newfound
View shades that are on magic screens displayed
Thus they divine its truths, outcomes profound
That may determine life to one dismayed
No tale of heart-break here to cause despair
Nor elegy by Tennyson related
From these faint images emerge a fair
And fresh healing conception innovated
These shadows of the heart tell not of gloom
But restoration, hope for life’s resume
We find ourselves in different shelves in life to shape and sharpen thoughts
Thinking for a greater tomorrow just to breath the fresh beat of earth
Thunder strikes creating lighting to capture images that would last for Gods
Miming our moves as we elevate invention that was innovated by sin
Sinister mystery laying differently like last crast for peasents
Scrubing for more bread to eat to tick for tomorrow
Loosing hope soul attracted by soil splash flash dashed to the last inch of whiskey
Hearing whisper commencing prophecy plants combined to formulate a form of answer
Swearing for forgotten days to play
Oh child find what was made for us tomorrow to pledge probably gaze all bubbles nibbled through the wall
Who is this fancy face phased with the atmospheric figment
Waiting to be tint in colours of rainbow
Bow to vowl historical metaphor
Finding improper fraction fusing the leftover gas
Past hindered through the hour glass are the days of our lives going to be like this
Drilling drops of unravelling all travelers camping all army.
Ash N.N
Bona fide baroque melodies resonated concert halls in Italy
Reigning Western Europe with elan more than a century
Until new composers innovated into avant-garde music
As ennui artists soon after wrote romantic modern beats.
Cacophony of sounds emerged after advent of modernity
As talent won carte-blanche to write popular harmonies.
Feeling of deja vu echoed sounds in modern-day music halls
When baroque compositions reignited latent fond-memories.
Dilettante musicians did not succeed except as an anomaly
For the musical world crowns only the best of its creativity.
January 18, 2018
Ten words, ten lines contest by Silent One
What Will Happen One Day
I pray that what will happen one day
Be in top 100 one of my poems may
So that all others will want to read
Each poem I wrote and feel a need.
Even if newcomer happen to be
You always soon will start to see
While for another poem you waited
One of mine was being innovated.
From God's shelf another poem gave
Me so at will no longer have to slave
After away dust from them He shook
Did decide to send me a whole book.
Became part of Poetry Soup collection
No matter where you go or in direction
My poems will be waiting there for you
Wanting poets to write more that is true.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Well and I Get A Kick Outta All That Kinky Stuff
You do to me, the way you blow and stick your tongue
In my ears, the way you spank me and make me
Beg for more, the way you pour honey all over my body
And lick me clean ooh wee well I Get a Kick Outta
All That Kinky Stuff you do to me, the way you kiss
And bite my neck, the way you tickle me 'til I almost
Piss myself, the way you tie me to the bed and run ice
Down my happy trail just sends me into orbit well and
I know you get a kick out of it yourself especially when
You use that toy on me; I swear you get into it as much
As I do...I've never had such an innovated lover before
Ooh wee baby, oooh wee I Get a Kick, I Get a Kick
Outta All That Kinky Stuff you do to me, ooh wee
Ooh wee baby I want more, more, more yeah make
Me sore, I Get a Kick Outta All That Kinky Stuff!
Save me from this charged mound,
swirling in mundane cynicism's break
where styrofoam vultures circle overhead
and snap their beaks with convoluted grace.
Pull my flesh back,
and cauterize my need to wonder;
I know there's nothing out there anyway-
except the swallow of disenfranchised freedom
and innovated misunderstandings.
Replace these organs with the silt of
a sleepy eyed river,
so when it all finally flows
you can feel me between your toes.
Where you always wanted your
lover to make his bed.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
The open blue sky is
so calm when it's dry.
But, soon after getting cloud
It makes sound very loud.
Same is the creature,
Who had no piety for the nature.
Heart of such a man
Is like an empty pan.
When touched with emotion
Feelings get a motion.
It raises the voice to break out
And voice comes to the mouth.
This is the way by which
Man learnt the speech.
Language is innovated by and by
Which is further divided into true and lie.
Lie hollows out the base.
Truth is the way to success.
It brings us up and high,
Just like clouds in the sky.
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